Lyrics

[Verse 1] A state of perfection, immersed in filth Equilibrium obtained Pure in devotion to all things unwell This sweet zen of our ill condition sustained [Bridge] A new belief system Salvation found in vomit and blood Where deprivation lies Corruption, war and pain is god [Verse 2] Balance Harmony found in the sickly, the vile Unflinching eyes; joyous and gleaming Intense in their need to watch things die [Bridge] [Middle Eight] Decay, disgrace, disgust Our state of zen [Verse 3] The grime of contempt and degeneration Sticky, foul and pungent The sediment of our creation We flourish in this blood-red soil